This is the warning...I warned you baby
Back of the liqueur store bout to blaze this joint Got some dice in my hand My man says six is your point Trying to hit the hard way so I can break like Steve Miller Take the money then I run son Im a lover and a killer
This is the warning...I warned you baby
I feel like god and the devil Im a saint Im a sinner Im a hard rocking Hard headed Hard sick summer winner Im a kush blazing Bush chasing Product of the city And I aint asking for your love And I dont want your pity So girl dont talk about me shitty Dont act all high and ditty If your man keep playing me funny Imma come take all his money And leave him holy from this blessing With my four pound smith and Wesson Better watch out who youre stressing Fuck around youll learn your lesson
This is the warning...I warned you baby
Back of the liqueur store trying to break these chumps Bunch of heads in a circle, daddys handing out lumps Trying to shake these bones Im trying to get these shoes But yo they all think Whiteys cheating Cause tonight I cant lose. They wanna take my funds But Imma blaze my guns Were burning sensations And heart palpitations Why you breathing so heavy While your palms are sweaty And if you thinking bout a stick move Word to god you aint ready
This is the warning...I warned you baby
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